Best Lover Poems
Poetry was her best lover
like no other
he loved her
without restraint
She could be herself
and explore
discovering
secret pleasures and fantasies
Naked above the covers
he let her lie exposed
as he slowly caressed her imagination
making her flow
with the sweet essence of her soul
in waves of creative delirium
Flying free~~~
he let her be
unfettered
unashamed
unworried of how to please
or how to tease
just simply to be
a woman in a prelude
to ecstasy
Poetry was her best lover
her escape from reality
in clandestine intimacy
he ravished her mind
again and again
for all he wanted
was for her
to experience
to taste
every pleasure
he had to offer
Her insatiable appetite
he fed
with firm truths
that burst forth with wisdom
He fed her desire
to reach supremacy
He never betrayed
or delayed
in pleasing her
in giving her just what she wanted
in different ways and forms
his creativity endless
Poetry was her best lover
the only time in her day
when she had her way
and could be free
to be the woman she was meant to be:
Sensual and sultry, sexy and savory
not having to hide
behind the guise
the veil of culture
or religion
or misconstrued sexism
or alibis
being demure
“sterile”
when she was fertile
laden with passion
waiting to be filled
with word seeds of ingenuity
Poetry was her best lover
he adored her as she was
and he gave and gave
at times
leading her in submission to his will
taming her
training her
to live in the confines
of his rules...
For perfection to be reached
she had to follow his lead
to the pinnacle of pleasure
where all was in rhythmic union and rhyme
in the sublime
she was oblivious to time
Ah....sweet release~~~
In the after glow
he wouldn't let her go
but held her safe and secure
basking in the satisfaction
of a fruitful union
serene in the knowledge
that beauty has been conceived
waiting for delivery
Yes, Poetry was her best lover
and she came looking for him
begging him to take her
again and again and again
to transport her to heaven from hell
to compel her to see
what life was meant to be
Poetry was her best lover
and she had no need of another
to help her discover
her own entity….
None other
than her best lover
Poetry....
Eileen Manassian
Poetry was her best lover
Like no other
He loved her
Without restraint
She could be herself
And explore
And discover
Secret pleasures and fantasies
Naked above the covers
He let her lie
Exposed
As he slowly caressed her imagination
Making her flow
With the sweet essence of her soul
In waves of delirium
Flying free
He let her be
Unfettered
Unashamed
Unworried of how to please
Or how to tease
Just simply to be
A woman in a prelude
To ecstacy
Poetry was her best lover
Her escape from reality
In clandestine intimacy
He ravished her mind
Again and again
For all he wanted
Was for her to come
To experience
To taste
Every pleasure
He had to offer
Her insatiable appetite
He fed
With firm truths
That burst forth with wisdom
He fed her desire
To reach supremacy
He never betrayed
Or delayed
In pleasing her
In giving her just what she wanted
In different ways and forms
His creativity endless
Poetry was her best lover
The only time in her day
When she had her way
And could be free
To be the woman she was mean to be
Sensual and sultry, sexy and savory
Not having to hide
Behind the guise
The veil of culture
Or religion
Or misconstrued sexism
Or alibis
Being demure
And “sterile”
When she was fertile
Laden with passion
Poetry was her best lover
He adored her
For whom she was
And he gave and gave
At times
Leading her in submission to his will
Taming her
Training her
To live in the confines
Of his rules
For perfection to be reached
She had to follow his lead
To the pinnacle of pleasure
Where all was in rhythmic union and rhyme
The sublime
Tasted and lived and then to descend
To warm after glow
Basking in the satisfaction
Of a fruitful union
For beauty has been conceived
Waiting for delivery
Yes, Poetry was her best lover
And she
Came looking for him
Begging him
To take her
Again and again and again
To transport her to heaven from hell
Tasting eternity
Poetry was her best lover
And she
Had no need of another
To help her discover
Her own entity….
None other
But her best lover
Poetry....
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Five thousand years before the sky was introduced with the sea
It was at that time, that God wrote your name adjacent to me
I wandered through the world, seeking a mind that felt like home
a quiet soul who studies life the way the curious often roam
someone whose gentle thoughts align with questions I once knew
and in that search, my heart kept hoping it would somehow lead to you
Then suddenly you appeared, half-hidden in a tender light
your olive skin aglow, soft as dawn breaking through night
your glasses framed a gaze observant, calm, and wise
as though you carried galaxies behind the quiet of your eyes
My restless heart fell silent, finding rhythm in your tone
as if two thoughtful wanderers had finally found their own
in that moment time surrendered, letting destiny unfold
and our scattered stories met like truths waiting to be told
We stood upon fate’s station, unsure of where to go
carrying unanswered hopes we rarely chose to show
yet side by side we stepped toward a path both strange and true
guided by a gentle pull that stitched my soul to you
I never was a poet, nor had I mastered art or rhyme
until your presence filled my verses, line by line
your steady gaze, so tender, each drew me near at last
turning every fleeting moment into echoes that will last
For in heaven, God made everyone perfect lovers
But we were lucky to find each other in this world
For Five thousand years before the sky was introduced with the sea
It was at that time that God wrote your name adjacent to me
22 December 2018
An ardent lover of words
Of his own is that world.
A crave stretching his soul
Dipping into a plethora of verse
Rising with a fulfilled thirst.
Unpredictable are his journeys
Unfathomable is the depth of his thoughts.
Unchained is his soul
Traveling along with the tune of his heart
The beauty of his mind.
An avid worshipper
Immersing his soul in a mine of gems
Rejoicing the blessings of a compassionate essence.
A heart of a poet
With a meticulous flair for fine art.
Knowledgeable reads
Dropping in relish
Into a haven of voracious insight
Rippling through a ravening mind.
A fervent passion for admiring
What a poet's pen of worth portrays.
A tremendous sense of reverence
Impressed on his fine heart
Upholding noble a value
To poet's endeavouring words
Pay tribute.
An ardent lover
A treasure of words
A heart of a poet
The reward!
May 31st, 2018
Somewhere in a strange land
An unknown heart throbs for me
Etching an amorous graffiti
On the blank walls of my mind
Where ever I am, I feel a pair of eyes
Fondly surveying and scanning me,
Speaking to me in silence
And keeps me awake in the night
I feel it all, I hear it all
Filling me with a sweet ache!
When night birds croon in the woods
And their mates answer the serenade,
When the moon begins her somnambulistic walk
And light beams percolate through pine needles,
When glow worms float in darkness
Like cruise ships over the sea,
When the opening Jasmine secretly exults
In her own exotic scent,
Sitting in my dimly lighted room
I draft this message of love
Pouring all my warmth into it
Thus emptying my love laden heart
That blazes with the fire of love
And encode it in cryptic script
To be mailed to you, my love!
Oh, it might take much time
Better it be a whispered endearment
Sent through this perfumed night breeze
That shall carry it from this end to that end
So kindly leave your window open!
~Placed First~
A Strand (1074) Poetry Contest
Nov.28.2022
~PLACED FOURTH~
Re-submitted for 2022 Poetry Marathon. Mile.21. Poetry Contest (with
modifications)
sleep feels like an abandoned lover;
heart weeps like a wilted flower..
wings of the sun, soaked with sapphire dust,
rise and sparkle; like sea salt in the air,
twilight cascades upon my skin~
wearing your perfumed memories,
I long to see your silken silhouette,
swirling behind the thick veil of shimmering silence,
but I do not know the lyrics,
to sing these thoughts in spellbinding melodies,
so like always, I sit and scribble,
your name in rosy refrains and messy metaphors,
too vague for those almond eyes..
perhaps, citrine stars would transcribe these emotions,
for I’ve long been writing in seclusion,
of the lotus moon in your midnight skies,
of the constellations of butterflies…
Yet, I am the unvoiced verse,
nestled within the waltzing lines
of timeless nostalgia~woven from flawless feathers…
You kiss my face and I turn to trace
the tracks you left on the ground;
where have you walked and with whom have you talked
in all of your traveling round?
You utter a sigh and I am wondering why
you just cannot slow down and stay;
capricious you are like a burnt, falling star,
fickle, and quick to betray.
One day you are kind, your fury confined,
the next, you are hostile and wild;
today a soft breeze, lightly brushing the trees,
tomorrow, an unbroken child.
I open my arms to welcome your charms,
but like a ghost you vanish and go;
my emotions are torn by the strength of your storm,
your inexhaustible, volatile show.
I release you! Go scream and follow mad dreams,
go blow to the east and the west;
you try to impress then insanely digress
your plan to pursue an irrational quest.
The day you are through, tame the tempestuous shrew,
come back to my warm, loving heart;
ruffle my hair with the breath of a prayer,
until them, my dear, just depart.
Copyright, August 27, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
The remorseful ocean murmured her regrets
For the fierce tantrum
She had thrown the night before.
She unfolds her pleated skirt
Along the shore
And whispers,“Come.”
She has seduced me before
And is trying again.
Her tide’s long arms
Wrap lovingly around the rocks
And lavish wet kisses
On their craggy faces.
I hold her in my heart
And dance with joy
On the sun-drenched sand.
She is a fickle lover
Who ever toys with my heart
And draws me
Down to the sea again.
Rising on island,
Mountain, with peaks of possibility,
Valley lush and green.
When my knees collapse, lightning and thunder -
Call it butterflies.
The palms warmed and cooled us, warned us, fooled us.
Explosive, our love -
Once conjoined, often drifting in the sea,
Eyes leaping with fire.
Hot Lava, Lover,
Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot!
Hearts of stone, lifting upwards, tears running,
Drifting on riffraff.
Outbreak of chortling might redirect winds.
La la…ooh…la la.
Sips of berries and pineapple; we share
Icy tropical
Attempts to cool things down; steam underfoot.
Ebb and flow of raft,
Seeking to poke embers - attentive ears.
Hot Lava, Lover,
Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot!
Collapse of civilization, in grass
Skirt, paradise shirt,
Atomic timing sans wearing a watch.
Heads buried in sand -
Lips meeting in molten-red, not passive,
Dirty and tender.
Swimming in sweep of lava lake, suntan-
Baked, gliding upwards,
Climactic eruption, falling with love.
Hot Lava, Lover,
Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot!
We ride the flume of volcanic weather,
Can’t raise the tall man,
Seek the insane chance of sane survival -
Valiancy in strife.
Man and wife seeking each other’s island -
Pieces fit just right.
Synchronic habitation, breathing room.
Volcano’s, how old?
In the end it shuts its mouth… a whisper
Hot Lava, Lover,
Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot!
On summer hills I watched you
I know you watched me too
Every night you waited for me
Every night I came to you
From shallow oceans I have risen
On silver chariots traveled high
Crossed everlasting spaces
which filled your empty sky
Soothing manna showered your lips
from the radiance of my light
Crazy love I poured in your heart
on each lone and serene night
Humble shepherd boy Endymion
You haven't chosen death,nor life
In eternal sleep you've slumbered
and made of me your wife
You must have been a poet
with a will to live our dream
with a want to preserve passion
for the last abiding crescent
of the evanescent moon Selene.
Inspired by the Greek myth of Selene,goddess of the moon and Endymion
and by beautiful poetry.
Oh, summer sun, all winter I have missed
your stale hot breath upon my upturned face;
your tongue that seers my flesh as I unlace
the strings on my bikini. I am kissed
by sultry lips that burn. I can’t resist!
I bask in light of day, and I embrace
Your penetrating rays that find each space
of skin exposed. I wait and plan my tryst.
And when you come, I’ll reverence you once more,
supine, as you would have me, to receive
your torrid touch as token of your lust.
In June we’ll meet as always by the lake shore.
I should not go. So well you can deceive.
Some lovers you have killed! Yet still I trust. . .
for Brian Strand's Your Choice,Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest
To be in love with a poet
Is not an easy thing
Try as you might, you will never
Live up to his dream
For the poet isn’t content
With love’s status quo
You please and you tease him
But it’s not enough you know
For living there in his mind
Is a picture of the divine
You know that he longs for her
For it's shown in every line
The woman of perfection
Who is not of this world
With raven tresses of hair
A passion flower unfurled
The poet “sees” this woman
And his senses just take leave
For her love is deep, intense
Her body rivals that of Eve
She is tender and she’s giving
Never asking in return
She waits for him night and day
And for his love she burns
She nurtures his desire
Fulfills his every whim
For she is his possession
Remains faithful just to him
She sees in him embodied
Every single manly trait
Each and every need of his
She’s sure to satiate
Ah…mere mortal woman
Who must compete with this muse
You find that you fall short
And your love’s prone to abuse
For who can dare compare
With a poet’s romantic dream
The siren who sings to him
Who floats on clouds of cream
Poor lover of the poet
Sitting all alone at night
Waiting for him to see you
and your needs to ignite
Love him, my sweet, love him
For in the end...he’s just a man
That silly muse of his dreams
Can’t caress him, but you can
So win him at this love game
Make the fires really burn
Try to enchant his mind
So that for YOU it will yearn
Warn that charming seductress
That muse who tries hard to woo
That you have a jealous heart
And you've made him drink your brew
Your body, your soul, your desires
Bathe him in all of these
Not with words but your hands
Make him to do just what you please
For a poet is just a man
Just a simple man is he
Grant him all he desires
Only then he'll set you free!
Jade
"I'm too much of a giver and a lover"
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It's not about defining the perfectness of me
For there is not more to what I can be
in which you expect of me
But to learn to accept this is all there is to me
and where I am in life is perfectly enough for me
I am no less nor more than what is need be
It's about defining how joyful my heart is
For it is filled with love in which I have for you
and hope to be satisfying to your fantasy of perfectionist
Your imagination of perfection is an illusion
You slay me and pressure me for something
I could never be
I am upon my max limit in endurance of your selfishness
But within my heart I love you too much to give you up
Because baby
I'm too much of a giver and a lover
That's defining perfection of love and sharing
For love is what makes us happiest of all
Nothing more... Smile!
Written by, Akkina R Downing
11-5-16
Writtem By Ryland Joshua Matthews
For Contest: Sentimental Love Letters
Hosted By Poet: Audrey Carey
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A Lover Remembered
Sometimes I think, sometimes I wander
In my mind I often ponder
Where I would be, what I would do
If God forbid, I ever lost you
No matter how long, no matter the distance
Id travel that road to the end of existence
To feel once again that comforting place
Wrapped in your arms, a loving embrace
There are these things to witch I hold true
The seven great reasons I could never forget you.
The touch of your hand. The slightest caress.
In the heat of your kiss I know I’ve been blessed
Your taste is of honey that is fresh from the comb
Reminding me of solace, the tranquility of home
Your eyes so serene, in comfort I dwell
The moment I saw them, in love with you I fell.
Around you of Jasmine, the smell I remember
Erasing the fear, to you I surrender
The skin of an angel, through my hands I can feel
The unbridled passion, this has to be real.
The waves of your hair, in dark amber it keeps me
Locked at your side is where I truly wish to be
Never more daunted by the shackles of time
To me God gave you, and to you all that is mine
The End
Beholding my eyes, You can see my heart
exposing depth and breadth of love’s essence
I gained from Your compassionate presence
forever to stay; never will depart.
Looking into Your eyes with pure delight
my illumined faith expresses love’s bliss
You keep on granting that I cannot miss
with Your gift of eternal life and light.
My Saviour God Who loves me as I am
You deserve my love, since You first loved* me
esteeming You always is my earnest plea---
while caring for others, Your sheep and lamb.
Your love for me, Lord, is sublimely great
enabling my devotion that's earnest
commitment of gracious and fervent zest
surpassing thrill of romantic joy's weight.**
*1John 4:19 We love him (GOD), because he first loved us.
October 23, 2021
**Last stanza added on January 3, 2022
1st place, "Forever My Love Valentine" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley; judged on 2/8/2022.